Cities which were decades in the building are blasted out of being in a night.
All I know is that there they stood, blasted and dead every one of them.
I say they are, but I like 'em all the same, and that only shows what a blasted hole I'm in.
Thirty feet above the lone man in the torpoon was the hole he had blasted in the ice.
Told as Hugo would have told it, surely it ...